Sweetness Follows
Sweetness Follows
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Sweetness Follows
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Hisoka/Tsuzuki
Summary: "You don’t have to control yourself if you let me control you.” Hisoka's hands closed around Tsuzuki’s wrists, pinning them to his body. “Let me take over. Let me tie you down and take my time with you. Let me make you savor everything I do to you.”
Beta Reader: Nzomniac
Word Count: 1532
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Yaoi, light bdsm, attempt at fluff by bitter, clinically depressed queen of darkness.
Author’s Note: Written for veleda-k who requested an angst free Hisoka/Tsuzuki bdsm story with Hisoka topping. Title from an REM song because Michael Stipe was my original, sexually ambiguous boy crush.
“Tsuzuki,” Hisoka said in exasperation. “I asked you to help me with these bags, not help yourself to me or what’s in them.” Tsuzuki’s purple eyes got big and sad like a scolded puppy as Hisoka wiggled out of his grasp and snatched away the grocery bags and bakery boxes. “We haven’t even had dinner, and you’re already into the desserts.”
“I’m sorry,” Tsuzuki said, still tugging at the bags. “I just wanted to see what you’d brought, and then you looked so cute I couldn’t resist…”
“You’re like a little kid,” Hisoka sighed, giving up the bags. Tsuzuki began happily rummaging through them.
“What did you bring? What did you bring?” he chanted eagerly though his enthusiasm was dampened by the contents. “Oh. Fruit. Lots and lots of fruit … how, uh … refreshing. And cakes … tiny, little, small cakes. Really small cakes...“
“These are treats for adults,” Hisoka said sternly. “They’re not colored sugar like the things you get in convenience stores. You don’t just gobble them up. They’re very special, complicated. To get the most out of them, to really appreciate all the nuances of their flavor, you have to go slow, savor them.”
Tsuzuki looked positively crestfallen, and Hisoka found his annoyance softening, melting away. He pressed against Tsuzuki, rising on his tiptoes to whisper in his partner’s ear. “I’m like that, too, Tsuzuki. I’m not sweet, but I can be delicious if you’re willing to take your time.”
Tsuzuki’s heart beat faster; his cheeks flushed in anticipation. Hisoka didn’t flirt for soley for the love of flirting the way Tsuzuki tended to. When Hisoka revealed this side of himself, he meant business.
“When you touch me, you’re so hungry,” Hisoka went on. “I can feel how much you want me. I feel like you’re going to gobble me up.”
“I… I’ll try to control myself,” Tsuzuki stammered. It was already becoming a problem as Hisoka’s hands slid down his chest.
“But that’s not much fun for you,” Hisoka purred. “There’s something I want to try; something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. You don’t have to control yourself if you let me control you.” His hands closed around Tsuzuki’s wrists, pinning them to his body. “Let me take over. Let me tie you down and take my time with you. Let me make you savor everything I do to you.”
“Yes,” Tsuzuki said, gasping for breath, already yielding to the hands on his wrists. “I’ll let you… Take control. Take me.”
As Tsuzuki sat, still fully clothed, on the straight backed chair, Hisoka used a binding spell.
“You’ll be able to feel everything,” he explained. “You’ll even move within the perimeters I set. It’s better than physical bonds; it doesn’t restrict us to one place, and there’s nothing to get in the way. I want access to every inch of you.”
“Where are you learning about things like this?” Tsuzuki asked.
“Konoe taught it to me,” Hisoka said, then blushed red. “But not to use like this,” he added quickly.
Hisoka arranged his partner’s suddenly pliant limbs, hands behind his back, wrists together. They remained in the positions he guided them to as if held by actual bonds. Then Hisoka let Tsuzuki watch as he went about his preparations.
Using the same exquisite care with which he might have prepared a traditional tea ceremony, Hisoka removed the cupcakes and chocolates he had brought from their boxes and cut them into bite-sized pieces, sliced an assortment of fruit and arranged everything on plates.
When he had finished, Hisoka approached Tsuzuki, tied a dark scarf over his eyes and sat on his lap, straddling him.
“Taste,” he whispered, pressing a morsel of fruit between the older man’s lips. “I started with something simple, a white-fleshed nectarine. It’s mild, like spring air. No bite to it. Sugar water. Honey wine. This blood orange … there are horrible, gory legends about how it got its name, why its juice is red. Can you taste the way it’s different from other oranges?”
Hisoka moved languorously through all the kinds of fruit he’d brought. As he spoke of each, he explored Tsuzuki’s body--touching, kissing, licking, and caressing his face and throat, unbuttoning his shirt to feel his chest, his stomach.
“Figs are my favorite--they’re sweeter than anything. Nothing else in nature has a higher sugar content. So good…” As Hisoka pressed the round fruit into Tsuzuki’s mouth, Tsuzuki caught the boy’s fingers between his teeth. Hisoka slapped him lightly. “No,” he said sharply. “Not till I say so.”
“Ouch.”
“I told you… I’m not sweet. I’m going to move on to the chocolates now. Behave yourself. Hold it in your mouth, let it start to melt. Feel the flavor open up in your mouth…”
“It’s salty,” Tsuzuki interrupted. “Chocolate shouldn’t be salty.”
“It’s flavored with pink sea salt and berries from
Hisoka leaned in, helped himself to a long kiss.
“You’re hard; I can feel it,” he said as he drew away, his fingers toying with Tsuzuki’s nipples. “Is it for me or the chocolate?’
“For you…” Tsuzuki gasped, struggling against his invisible constraints. Hisoka rocked teasingly back and forth on Tsuzuki’s lap, making him whimper and thrash. “Please, let me touch you. I have to touch you.”
“I’ll let you touch me. I’m excited, too.” Hisoka took Tsuzuki’s hand and guided it between his legs, placing it on his erection. Because of the binding spell, Tsuzuki could feel Hisoka but not move of his own volition.
“You’re killing me…” Tsuzuki groaned helplessly. Hisoka dipped a finger into one of the cupcakes, scooped up the rich icing, and brought it to Tsuzuki’s mouth.
“Lick it off,” he ordered. “Lick my fingers clean.” As Tsuzuki eagerly obliged, Hisoka’s other hand slid down Tsuzuki’s pants and began to fondle his penis, stroking to the rhythm with which he licked Hisoka’s fingers. Realizing this, Tsuzuki began to lick and suck the hand in his mouth with an escalating intensity that Hisoka continued to match. Tsuzuki’s breath shortened, and his muscles began to constrict, but as he reached the verge of orgasm, Hisoka took away both of his hands and climbed off Tsuzuki’s lap.
“Not yet,” he said. “Not quite yet.” He drew Tsuzuki to his feet and undressed them both, letting their clothes fall to the floor, and once again began to explore Tsuzuki’s body, moving his hands and his mouth over every inch, finally bending Tsuzuki over the table. Hisoka rubbed himself against Tsuzuki’s ass. “Feel me, feel how hard I am. It won’t be much longer. I know what you feel like outside. Now I need to know what you feel like on the inside.”
Hisoka slicked his fingers with lubricant and began to massage the crease between Tsuzuki’s buttocks, slowly easing one finger, then another inside him. Tsuzuki moaned, and the muscles of his anus grasped at Hisoka’s fingers as his mouth had earlier. Hisoka went slowly, searching Tsuzuki, probing the walls of his passage until he located the hidden protrusion of Tsuzuki’s prostrate gland. As Hisoka rubbed the spot, Tsuzuki shuddered beneath him.
“Please,” Tsuzuki begged, “please be inside me.”
Hisoka pressed a fig between Tsuzuki’s teeth.
“Hold it in your mouth,” he ordered. “Don’t bite into it until you’re about to come.” Tsuzuki nodded. Hisoka pushed his engorged penis against the tight opening of Tsuzuki’s sphincter, and it yielded, opening, letting him in.
Inside, he felt a moment’s panic. Hisoka wasn’t sexually experienced, and what little experience he did have was tied up in horror. Inside another body, the most sensitive part of him constricted on all sides, he felt as if he were the one blindfolded and bound; yet, at the same time, he could feel Tsuzuki’s emotions--not just his desire, but his trust and affection--and he wanted to return these things enough that he was able to find his bearings. He began to thrust, to move purposefully, seeking the spot that would give Tsuzuki the most pleasure. As he did, he could feel Tsuzuki surrender to him, and for the first time, he understood that it was not only out of passion or hunger or need, but out of love. That he was loved.
“Tsuzuki,” he whispered. “I love you, too.” Tsuzuki bit into the fig. Hisoka could feel its sweetness flooding his mouth as he came, as they both came.
When the binding spell was lifted, Hisoka, who had learned as much as he had thought he would teach, made not comment as Tsuzuki gobbled up what was left of the fruit, cupcakes and chocolate. Only accepted the sugar laced kiss Tsuzuki offered.
“You’re sweeter than you know,” Tsuzuki whispered stroking the boy’s hair.